I love it, I want it, I need it…
A peek at my nightly routine …I have an innate and genetically predisposed obsession with peanut butter! It has been found on my phone, in my hair, on MY PILLOW, on the books on my nightstand, on my steering wheel… Bah blah blah…the list goes on. Sadly, many countries to which I travel do not feel the same way about my love of peanut butter. So I can be seen in any airport, standing, waiting for security personnel to clear my peanut butter filled back pack… Damn it dad! It’s all your fault…was it a dream or reality, that I would wake in the middle of the night as a child, to go to the bathroom, only to see the glint of the spoon as he dipped it into the peanut butter jar??? The look of peace on his face in the glow of the stove top light…Genetics…yes, that’s what I’m sticking with, genetics!
Good night… Sweet dreams XO
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There’s nothing quite so calming as a spoon full of peanut butter.